Posts Tagged ‘ food ’

Please forgive me

You’re going to hate me for this. You’ll love me first, then you’ll hate me.

Do you know what that is? How about this?

If you guessed that it was a glazed donut that’s been pan fried in butter then covered in ice cream, you’re right. You also might want to go eat a salad – your arteries just clogged a little.

Dave’s dad used to make these for us years ago. I guess they were a specialty of his. One recent Sunday afternoon found us with too many donuts that were beginning to go stale. So we did the only thing we could do – we fried ’em up in a little butter, doused them in ice cream, and prayed not to die of happiness.

The outside of the donut was crispy and sticky and chewy and caramelly. The inside was moist and tender and sweet. The ice cream was smooth and melty.

Our hearts were slow and cloggy.

But it was worth it.

If you find yourself at Krispy Kreme later today, don’t blame me. But also don’t forget to stop and get some ice cream and butter to dress up that donut.

Beef. It’s what’s for dinner.

I like to brag that I never brag, but this time I’m going to brag.

I made Prime Rib for dinner last night. Oh baby. Sauteed Snow Peas, Smashed Potatoes, Prime Rib. Just an average Monday night dinner here at HuYoung Heaven.


While they were here over Christmas, my in-laws left us lots of goodies in our freezer. Spicy beef tendon, almond cookies, homemade dumplings, prime rib.

I’ve been intimidated by that hunk of meat for the last 3 months, but yesterday Mother Hubbard’s cupboards were bare. It was Prime Rib or peanut butter and jelly for dinner. And we didn’t have any bread. So Prime Rib it was.

I used this recipe from, and although we both thought it could use a little more salt, the end result was fantastic. Juicy and tender and everything you imagine prime rib will be. If you sit around dreaming about stuff like that.

With the price of groceries these days, I can’t say that Prime Rib will be on the menu often around here, but it sure was a nice break from the norm.

Kinda Sorta Crunchy

We’ve got a little bit of a split personality thing going on over here. We live smack in the middle of Middle Class Suburbia, but in our hearts, we’re out in the country – raising some of our own food, kids running around barefoot, diapers on the clothesline. For now, though, our life is a cross between “You’re one of those weird all-natural hippie types” and “You’re just like the rest of middle class America.”  Take a look.

What makes us crunchy:

  • We prefer Raw Milk if we can get it
  • We don’t vaccinate (so far)
  • We buy our meat  and eggs from a local farmer
  • I make most of our bread products
  • I make our laundry soap
  • I make our cleaning products
  • We cloth diaper the baby
  • We rarely take “medicine” or go to the doctor
  • We use herbs or homeopathic remedies when sick
  • I had an all natural, drug free birth with Amelia
  • We have a garden
  • We plan to homeschool

On the other, more mainstream hand:

  • We own a home in the suburbs
  • We drive 2 nice cars
  • Dave works for a major corporation
  • We have a huge flat screen tv
  • We watch too much TV
  • We have phones, iPods, computers, you name it. The internet at our fingertips
  • We keep our money in the bank
  • We waste too much electricity
  • We eat too many fajitas from our local Mexican restaurant

Do you catch my drift here? Are you picking up what I’m laying down? Maybe we’re normal…a little of this, a little of that. Maybe we’re a little off. Maybe we’re mixed. Well yeah. One Asian, one whitey, and one halfling….precariously balanced on the line of “normalcy.”

Spinach, anyone?

That’s a pretty appealing title, eh? I do what I can.

Today, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day (and as a nod to the golden arches) I made myself a special shamrock shake. Well, smoothie. I had kind of gotten out of the habit of putting spinach in smoothies, but today was a good day to start again.

Hello, spinach. Hello, yogurt. Hello, wonderful stick blender.

spinach smoothie


All good smoothies (at HuYoung Heaven) start with plain yogurt, a banana, and a splash of milk. Most good smoothies also include frozen fruit. Some good smoothies include peanut butter, but not this one. Not with the frozen pineapple and mango. That’s sick, why would you think that?

This good smoothie had a healthy dose of spinach in it. Peep out that awesome green color!


stick blender smoothie

So, easy healthy smoothie: Yogurt, banana, milk, handful of frozen fruit mix, spinach. Did I forget anything? Uh, no.

Deliciousness. I love how you can’t even taste the spinach. Although, if you don’t blend it up well enough, you can chew the spinach. Lesson learned. Blend away.

So since I had spinach in my snack today, does that mean I can count the green peppers and onions on my homemade pizza as my vegetable for dinner? Oh, what if there were spinach on the pizza too? Bonus! And double bonus, there was spinach in the Tuscan Soup I had for lunch. Wow, perhaps I should look into some variety for my vegetables. But what’s a girl to do when her bargain shopping husband brings home a giant box of organic spinach for $1? Channel your inner Popeye, that’s what.

Here’s a little bonus Amelia pic for you. Helping Mama make a smoothie.

Blend, Mama, blend!


I tried to resist. I really did. Nutella, you say? Over-rated.

Ummmm….not so much.

I am addicted to the stuff right now. Bought if for Dave a few weeks ago as a special treat, but I’ve eaten most of it.

Side note alert. Did you know you can buy Nutella on Amazon? Haha, me either. But when I was searching for a picture to put here…that’s what I found. You can buy cases of it! As if anyone could eat that much Nutella. Ha.

I first tried it on Chinese pancakes. Yum. Then on whole wheat toast, because hey, according to the jar, Nutella can be part of a balanced breakfast if eaten on whole wheat toast. Part of a balanced breakfast, they say. Oops. Then I tried it on Ritz crackers. Heaven. Today I dipped honey-wheat pretzels twists straight into the jar. Nutella, git in my belly!

I think I’ve finally gotten my sweet tooth back. I didn’t really care for sweets at all while I was pregnant, but I definitely don’t have that problem anymore.

What are you craving lately?

Recipe: Peanut Butter Granola

Oh man, you are gonna thank me for this recipe. It is, quite simply, the best. Unless you’re allergic to peanuts, in which case….that sucks.

I don’t know where my mom found this recipe, but find it she did, and we’ve been enjoying it ever since. Dave requested ‘peanut butter nola’ about 5 times in the last 2 days, so I made him a batch yesterday.


  • 1 stick butter
  • 1 cup honey
  • 1 cup peanut butter
  • 7 cups oats

Melt the butter, peanut butter and honey together in a large pot.

peanut butter granola

I have no idea why it looks like there is milk in there. I swear there isn’t. Side note: I substituted 1 cup of sugar + 1/4 cup water for the honey. Honey is expensive, yo. Mama’s on a budget.

Remove from heat and stir in the oats.

peanut butter granola

Bake on a cookie sheet at 350 degrees for 20ish minutes, stirring once. We like our ‘nola soft and chewy so 20 minutes is just right for us. See how it’s just starting to get dry around the edges? Feel free to bake yours longer if you like a crunchier granola.

peanut butter granola

In addition to chewy, we like it clumpy, so I stir veeerrry gently. Now you can eat it hot out of the oven, or let it cool it cool a bit and store in an airtight container. Try some with milk for breakfast. Or throw in some dried fruit and call it trail mix. You can’t go wrong either way. Give some to your husband, sister, mother, grandfather, or tax accountant…they’ll love you forever. I promise.

Monday Madness

Phew, I have like a bazillion things on my to do list today, so here I am at the computer. For some reason, the weekend always gets the better of me. Dave works on Saturdays but has Sundays off, so I try to spend as much of Sunday as possible hanging out with him and the munchkin. And going to church. And small group. And washing diapers. So by the time Monday comes around it’s time to recover from Sunday and get the dishes out of the sink and the laundry out of the dryer.

Monday also means it’s time to update the shop! Mom is working on tons of new jammies and aprons, and after this batch, it’s almost time for spring and summer pj’s! Here’s a look at some of our flannel pajama pant sets (perfect for today with the snow and cold front moving in tonight!) and Valentines-y aprons.

Me & My Doll “Valentines” pajama pant set. Size 7

Me & My Doll “Elephants” pajama pant set. Size 5

Me & My Doll “Love” ruffle apron set. Size Medium

chocolate hearts

Me & My Doll “Chocolate Hearts” ruffle apron set. Size Medium.

Don’t forget to check out the shop for more!

etsy collage

And I’m off to start dinner. It’s veggie soup and homemade bread day here. Let the nasty weather begin!

Food Wars

Today Dave made me oatmeal for breakfast. Then he left for the gym. While he was gone I ate my oatmeal out of the pan (while holding the baby on my hip) and made a batch of granola.

He came home from the gym and made himself a bowl of fresh granola and sat down at the table to eat. A few minutes later I smelled something spicy.

“What are you having with that granola? Is that some weird Chinese stuff? Or you having that for breakfast?” I was appalled.

Dave sheepishly nodded that yes, he was having weird Chinese stuff for breakfast. I wish I knew what exactly he was eating so that I could tell you…but I don’t. Probably spicy beef tendon. I really couldn’t look at it because it was too early in the morning. It may have been tripe. I don’t know. Whatever it was, it wasn’t meant to be eaten for breakfast with granola and milk, I can tell you that.  At least according to this white girl.

But such is life in a racially diverse household. Poor little Amelia is going to be so confused. Dave will eat any food at any time, but other than the occasional slice of cold pizza in the morning, I like to eat breakfast food at breakfast.

I wonder who Amelia will take after. As much as I’d like to think she’ll be just like me, I sort of secretly hope she’ll be a food lover like her daddy. He needs someone to eat spicy tendon with in the mornings.


Leftover Christmas

It’s over. The tree may still be up, but the food I mean…it’s over.

Except for the little bits.

A handful of Chex Mix.

Eight Peanut Butter Snowballs.

Potato Chips.

Summer Sausage.



Frango Mints.




Not enough of any one thing to be useful.

Does anyone know what I can make for dinner out of all this?

Goodnight, Moon

Sometimes when you decide to get dressed, make breakfast, eat it, clean the kitchen, make banana bread, make meatloaf, re-clean the kitchen, and sweep that spilled popcorn up off the floor all during the baby’s nap….you forget to put the egg in the banana bread.

Other times you accidentally order the wrong copy of a book from Amazon. I thought I was ordering Amelia this board book . You know, so she can read it and play with it without destroying it too much.

Instead I ordered her the same book….only in hardcover….with real paper pages. Which is great if you’re old enough to take care of books. And old enough to remember not to eat the pages.

Sorry, baby. Mama was a little busy that day. But good news! The banana bread tastes just fine without the egg.